User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-1298206-20110207042841

''Veraad staggers through the forest, blood seeping from several wounds. He keeps to the shadows like a true assassin. He curses and spits'' "Blast that stoat! I'll have his head for this!"

Meanwhile, with the other vermin...

The female weasel nods "Aye, that sounds like a good idea t' me. Let's move out." ''They all continue traveling onward. After about two hours, they come across an area that would make the perfect campsite. It is deep in the forest and thus is well hidden and a running creek can be heard not too far away. They all set their things down. The male weasel looks at his comrades'' "Right, we should gather supplies. Nivral, yew an' Selir will go an' get wood. Callidine, yew an' Rovice can go forage for some food."

The ferret, Selir speaks up "Only thing I got is me spear an' that won't 'elp me get wood." ''The male weasel, Aminus, tosses him a short sword. Selir catches it. He squints his eyes up at Aminus'' "Say, what're ya gonan be doin' while we're out gatherin' supplies?" Aminus gives the smallest of grins "I will be tidying up the camp."

At camp...

Abscon sharpens his blades and dips his darts in poison before putting them back in a pouch where he keeps them